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VOL. XVII.
PLYMOUTH, N, C FRIDAY, MAY 4, 1906.
NO. 6
HOW TO THE SINGER COMES THE SONG.
iow to the singer comes the sung?
X times of joy, alone;
A wordless lone
Cau-lit from the crystal gleam of ice-bound
trctw ;
Or from ihe violet-perfumed lnwi;
Or the Kait smell of seas
In wuiilight weltering many an emerald
niilo ;
Or the keen memory of a lovclit suiilc.
Thus to (he sinner (onics ilio sung:
4jnzlng a 1 crimson skies
Where burns and dies
On day's wide hearth (lie calm, eelestial
(i re.
The poet with a wild desire
fMil'.uM 1 lie impassioned lyre,
Takes into tuned mwnd the flaming sifr'J f
AlU ushers with new sous the ancient
How to the tdngei- comes the song?
Mowed down by ill and sorrow
)n every morrow.
The miwoi'dod pain breaks forth in heaven
ly singing ;
Not all too late Hharn solace bringing
To broken sp.rits winging
Through mortal anguish to the unknown
rest-
A lyric balm for every wounded breast.
How to the singer coms the song?
How to the summer Ileitis
Come flowers? How yields
Itarkness to happy morn V How doth the
night
I'.ring stars'.1 Oh, how do love and light
Leap at the sound and sight
Of her who makes this dark world seem
less wrong
Life of my life, and soul of all ray song I
Kit-hard Watson Gilder.
Price of tine Purple Belt.
By Carroll Watson Rankin.
"!-t is not my own poverty," Mr.
I3nV.fr often said, whimsically, '"but
lira Baker's wealth that keeps me
poor."
This wealth, however, was no tre
mendous sum. Mrs. Baker possessed
in her own right an annual income of
three hundred dollars; but modest as
tiiis amount was. it certainly made a
surprising difference in the Baker fam
ily's finances.
f it of this income Mrs. Baker pro
vided each of her three almost grown
up daughter with a monthly allow
ance, and still had something left for
herself. At first this seemed an ex
cellent arrangement; but since neither
Mrs. Baker nor one of the girls ever
managed to keep inside of her allow
ance, it proved really a very bad one.
- "If it were not for that money," Mr.
lUkrx would say. plaintively, yet. with
a humorous twinkle in his kind, mid-die-aged
eyes, "I'd stand some chance
of being a' rich man. Those girls" to
Mr. Baker his wife was still a girl
"never seem to, know when they've
reaped the end of their money, but
kesp right on spending. Then of
course I have to pay fcr the overflow.
Well, I'm glad I'm able to, though I
can t help wishing that they were not
Quito so improvident."
It was really the establishment
known as the Eayswaier Emporium
that kept Mrs. Baker so continuously
in debt.
This emporium was a' large, glitter
ing and very attractive department
store, the only one in the town, al
though there were plenty of ordinary
shops.
livery Monday morning the em
porium announced "a grand clearing
sale," at which one could buy but
only for cash five dollar shoes for
one dollar and forty-nine cents; genu
ine graniteware infants', bath-tubs for
eighty-nine cents; or dress-goods, well
worth a dollar fifty a yard for only
half a dollar.
So alluring indeed were these ad
vertisements that whether or not the
Bayswater people were well shod,
whether or not tbey possessed gran
iteware infants needing baths, or
whether or not they had need of dress
goods, Monday morning always found
the emporium humming like a hive.
If ever woman loved a bargain sale
that woman was Mrs. Baker; and in
this respect her three daughters were
precisely like their mother.
Early, in the month, when the al
lowance was still instact, the dollar
forty-nine articles most attracted the
sanguine Bakers; but as the allowance
dwindled, the family gradually drifted
down to the basement, where one could
buy "The Vicar of Wakefield" for nine
t ents, spools of damaged cotton at fivo
cents a dozen, or ten-cent defective
hooks and eyes at one cent a card.
Sometimes all four of the Bakers
Kf-nt shopping in company; but they
libed best to go singly, because in that
cae, when they returned they could
surprise the others by disclosing un
heard of bargains.
Sometimes the bargains were bar
gains. Occasionally, however, one or
another of the Bakers would blunder.
When they did, there was no redress,
for all over the emporium there were
aigrns that read, unmistakably, "No
goods returnable."
On one occasion Mrs. Baker had tri
umphantly returned home with six
r-nvta of bright scarlet underwear of
assorted sizes, and a purchase slip that
jirovcd that the lot had cost her only
iwo dollars and ninety-nine cents.
But subsequently, much to Mrs.
"Baker's consternation,- her family,
from Mr. Baker down to the boy, aged
nine; flatly declinsd to don scarlet
underwear at any price.
oo Mrs. Baker bought moth-balls at
the dng store, had them charged to
the family account, and packed them
with her too vivid bargain in a garret
almuly overflowing with unfortunate
purchases.
At another time, carried away by the
excitement of the bargain moment, she
bought a bird-cage.
"But," expostulated Mr. Baker, "we
haven't any bird!"
'Mi was only nineteen cents," ex
plained Mrs. Baker, plausibly, "and
..Mrs. Blanchard said she paid two dol
lars only last week for one just like
it at the bird store. We might 3t a
bird."
"But," Br. Baker reminded her, "we
have two cats."
"So we have," admitted the bargain
hunter. "I'm afraid I forgot that."
It was Caroline's purchase of a belt,
however, that made the greatest im
pression on the Baker family, and, in
cidentally, on the family's pocket
book. Of the collection spread on the em
porium's bargain-counter that day, the
belt was the undoubted gem. Every
one of the Bakers conceded that it
was a beautiful belt for the price,
which was nine cents.
"Yes," said Caroline, proudly ex
hibiting the exquisite bit of soft, silk
lined leather, "just nine cents. See
how soft and flawless the kid is Anne.
Look at the workmanship, mother,
and see bow dainty that kid-covered
buckle is. I know it was worth much
more than nine cents originally. To
me, Ada, it suggested violets, laces and
luxury. It's much more than a mere
belt it's a girdle for a princess."
"But," objected Ada, "look at the
color: it's purple.
"That's the only drawback." said
Caroline. "I haven't a single thing I
can wear with it."
Indeed, investigation proved con
clusively that not one of the Bakers
possessed a single garment that could,
by any stretch of imagination, be
called purple.
"That belt is too pretty to be wast
ed," said Mrs. Baker, economically.
"We'll watch the sales and perhaps
we'll find a lavender shirtwaist.
The buyer for the emporium, how
ever must have had an antipathy to
lavender, for although he bought lav
ishly of every other hue, he purchased
nothing that would harmonize with the
somewhat unusual shade of the belt.
This forced the Bakers to buy what
ever lavender articles they needed
from regular shops at regular prices;
and because the ever-hungry emporium
claimed all their ready money, they
were compelled to have their purple
purchases charged.
First, there was a French flannel
waist from Kill & Winter's; but this
garment proved not good enough for
evening wear, so Mrs. Baker sanction
ed the purchase of a lavender silk
bodice that matched the belt most
beautifully, both in texture and shade.
But both these bodices proved too
heavy for indoor wear, so two thinner,
unlined waists were added, because
Mrs. Baker was unable to decide which
of the two was the prettier.
"The easiest way to settle it," she
said, "is to buy both."
But when Caroline tried them on
with all the skirts the family possessed
there was not a skirt that harmonized
with any one of the becoming waists.
"I'me like a violet from the waist
up," objected Caroline, looking down
at her best brown skirt, hwt the rest
of me looks like a common clay flower-pot."
"You'll certainly have to have a
purple skirt," decided Mrs. Baker.
In all Bayswater not a single ready
made purple skirt could be found, so
although it cost rather more than Mrs.
Baker had expected to pay, the indul
gent mother purchased several yards
of the only piece of goods a heavy,
smooth-finished cloth that matched
the belt.
"I've never had prettier clothes,"
said Caroline, spreading the newly fin
ished skirt out on her bed and placing
the 'silk waist and belt beside it to get
the effect. "Of course I'll have to have
lavender ribbons; every other color
does go so abominably with any shade
of purple."
"What are you going to do for a
hat?" asked Anne, half-enviously fin
gering the purple billows on Caroline's
bed. "You can't wear a red hat with
a violet gown."
"Why, so she can't," agreed Mrs.
Baker. "You'll have to get yourself
one, Caroline. Go to Madame Duval's
for it, dear. We have an account
there."
So the hat, the ribbons and some
gloves were added to Caroline's pur
ple wardrobe. And because the cloth
skirt seemed heavy with the silk waist
Mrs. Baker bought sufficient crepe de
chine to make an exceedingly dainty
evening skirt for Caroline. Then, too,
quite by accident, the Bakers came
upon an amethyst hat-pin, some vio
1 t stick-pins, and some lavender eilk
stockings, all of which matched the
purple belt so well that it seemed a
shame not to buy them. Thus the
belt, instead of proving the finishing
touch that a belt usually is, became
the foundation of an entire wardrobe.
Shortly after the first of the month
Mr. Baker, with the family bills spread
out before him on the library table,
made some figures on a slip of paper.
Hi.-i eyes twinkled humorously, and
from time to time he looked up at his
family. He looked as if he had some
thing to say, but was of two minds
about it.
"Caroline," he said, presently, "how
much did you say you paid for that
purple belt?"
"Just nine cents, father," replied
Caroline.
"It was a genuine bargain," added
Mrs. Baker.
"I'm not so sure of that, either," re
turned Mr. Baker. "I don't think that
Caroline gave the proper figure,
either."
"Why, father!" exclaimed Caroline.
"I did. It was exactly nine cents."
"No, my dear," said Mr. Baker.
"Unless there is more to come, it was
precisely fifty-nine dollars and fifty
four cents."
"Why, father!" gasped the girls.
"Why, William:" gasped Mrs. Ba
ker. "Yes, my dears." re timed Mr. Ba
ker. "Of course there may be items
that haven't been included in these
bills; and in any case, you must under
stand that I'm not finding fault, in
deed I like my girls to look like ani
mated pansies, but as nearly as I can
discover, the price of that little belt
to date stands thus:
1 belt 5 .09
1 lavender silk waist 4.5!)
1 flannel waist 4.00
1 muslin waist 2.00
1 dimity waist 1.75
4 1-2 yards purple cloth 9.00
9 yards crepe de chine 11.25
Miss Bay, to making skirt 5.00
7.C0
1 hat 7.00
Extra violets for . same .. 1.50
Lavender ribbon 1.C0
1 pair lavender hose 1.40
1 amethyst hatpin 1.50
3 violet pins .75
Violets from florist 1.50
$30.51
"Impossible!" exclaimed Mrs. Baker.
"I did think," said Caroline, reflec
tively, "of asking for a lavender para
sol, but now I sha'n't. I'm afraid the
belt wasn't much a bargain after all."
In the end, however, it really proved
one, as Mr. Baker was the first to ad
mit. For every Monday after' that, when
the Baker family flocked to the Bays
water Emporium sales, each one un
consciously fell into the habit of ask
ing .herself a searching question before
purchasing any bargain, however
tempting. The question was this: "Is
it a purple belt?" The contemplated
purchase proved in so many instances
to be a purple belt that in time the
original girdle actually paid for itself
and even went a long way toward
keeping the Baker family within its
income. Youth's Companion.
SOUTHED MAR DOGS.
How It Worked.
"When I first came to Kansas and
found that the State had no grand
jury system I thought surely I was
beyond the limits of civilization,"
said Col. Bill Hackney the other day.
"So I immediately became a reformer
and started an agitation for a law
creating grand juries. I was sent to
the Legislature two or three terms
and at each session tried to get a
grand jury law through, but failed.
Then I went to the senate for a
couple of terms and kept up my fight,
but failed.
"Then as a member of the third
house for a couple of terms I threw
my influence in favor of a grand jury
bill every time one showed up. Finally
after seventeen years of ceaseless
toil I was amply rewarded. A grand
jury law was passed. I went home
happy. I had helped to do something
to protect the rights of the people.
? "In order to see how the thing
worked the people of my own county,
where the agitation had been the
fiercest, had a grand jury called and
Iwas the first man indicted. I was
accused of being an election." Kan
sas City Journal.
SORT OF HOUND IT TAKES TO
HUNT BRUIN.
Hints to Public Speakers.
Never refer pitingly to the poor.
This brands you at once as a dema
gogue. Never say anything respect
ful of corporate wealth. In so doing
you lay yourself open to the charge
of being a hired man.
Never use slang if you want re
spectable people to take stock in you.
Never use pure English. The masses
hate priggishness.
Never talk straight to the point.
You will be accused of taking your
self too seriously. Never tell funny
stories. They lead to the suspicion
of chicanery.
Never praise "our forefathers." An
cestry pride is disgusting. Never ap
peal to the "sturdy immigrant leaven
in our midst." It riles the old families.
Newark News.
Berlin has a newspaper exhibition
showing 6,000 different periodicals.
Peculiar Breed of Dogs Raised by
Hunters of the Unaka Mountains
Story of Old Jude, a Famous Fight
er, and Her Last and Most Desper
ate Struggle.
Mr. Marshall W. Bell, a young attor
ney of Cherokee county, North Caro
lina, while in Charlotte, told a Char
lotte Observer man an interesting story
of a breed of bear dogs that has been
in his section of the state for decades.
"Black bears abound in the Unaka
Mountains, which form a part of the
Great Smokies, and lie about 'the Di
vide,' between the Tellico river on the
one side and the Santeet'a and Big and
Little Snowbird creeks on the other,"
said Mr. Bell.
"Mr. J. II. Dillard and others killed
seven bears last season, some of which
weighed close to 500 pounds. This
year, however, Bruin seems to have
disappeared from our country; the
chestnut crop was a failure and it is
generally believed that the Graham
county bears have migrated to the Mis
sissippi River bottoms; old hunters
claim that they do that occasionally
when mast is scarce. But this year is
an exception; we usually have plen
ty of boars.
"The Plctt bear dog is a growth; he
lias bea-n in the making for many gen
erations, and is just about as good as
there is in the business. Mr. Jack Dil
lard of Murphy, my home town, is a
bear hunter, and be keeps a pack of
the famous Plott dogs.
"Old man Plott. the originator of this
breed, lived in the Balsam Mountains.
In looks and appearance the dog is like
a massive cur of the most repulsive
sort. He will not run anything but
a bear and a coon, whose scent is some
thing alik. The average one weights
Horn ninety to 110 pounds, and his body
is knotted with muscle, and his most
striking quality of character is grit,
pure grit of the finest grain. He will
fight to the death, and against great
odds. He never gives up even when
overpowered.
"If you meet him in the road he will
give you what belongs to you if he is
not interfered with in any way, but
will take care of himself if forced to do
so. There are two ways to deal with
him; let him alone or kill him as quick
as possible. If you would strike him
use a handspike and back it with every
f!it of physical force that you can mus
ter. He is a solemn sort of dog, and
makes but few friends. If you tres
pass on his rights you must kill him.
"Jude, old Jude, was a typical Plott
bear hound. She was kept by John
Dentor, whose homo was on a creek in
a wild section of the mountains. She
whelped a litter of puppies. It required
days of searching to find her little
ones, which had been deposited in a
hollow log in a dense thicket of laurel.
Like a lion guarding her young, old.
Jude watched her babies and it re
quired strategy to get them to the
house. Denton tried to take the lit
le fellows while Jude was here, but
he soon saw that it would be more
dangerous than to undertake to steal
cubs from a bear. Therefore the next
time Jude came up for food Denton tied
her and then fetched the puppies in.
Yes, sir, old Jude had a call from the
wild.
"The story of Jude will suffice to show
up the Plott dog in the best light. She
was a fine individual. One day when
in her prime she led a race after a
GOO pound bear and held him at bay un
til a hunter came and shot him. This
is the time she came near being killed.
"The hunt was on Steel Trap ridge,
that leads to Snowbird Creek, in Gra
ham. The dogs struck the trail early
in the morning and ran it until well
up in the day, when the bear made a
stand after a lively run over the moun
tain knobs and through coves. The
pace was fast and hard for Bruin; he
could not stand it. Being pressed by
the hounds, he stopped, backed against
ft tree, and made ready to fight. At 'tho''
baying of the dogs some hunter slip- "
ped up within rifle range and fired .Ja.
shot into the bear. Old Jude knew well
what to do when the bear turned on
her. She had the courage to attack
him, but her training was such that
she made it warm and unpleasant for
the grouchy old animal without clos
ing in on him.
"While the other dogs charged at his
head she would approach him from the
rear and nip his hind legs. At this Mr.
Bear would wheel around and snap at
her, but she would not be there. She
knew how to get out of the way. The
teasing, biting and harassing was kept
up and the skirmishing fight made so
fast and furious that it took the breath
out of the bear. The dogs are taught to
do just that sort of fighting until the
gunner arrives and docs his part, which
i3 to wound the animal so that he
cannot get away.
"On this particular day old Jude was
at her best. She drove hard in the
chase and kept the younger dors bust
ling to keep up with her, and in the
round-up battle sh-3 did clever work,
l-.he fo direct od the fight tknt not a
tiiu-.Ie uog got hurt until after the l:ot,
the signal to clo::e in, was lire.!. The
Lear was kept busy.
"A hunter heard the change in the
cry of the dogs and knew that his time
had come. He beat his way among
the laurel until he got close enough to
do effective work with his trusty rifle
and pulled down. The aim was accur
ate, but the ball did not strike a vital
spot. But the moment the dogs heard
the crack of the rifle they closed on
old Bruin and fought to kill. In the
very first round two dogs were killed
outright.- As the bear fell he grabbed
old Jude and bore her down with him;
The bear fastened his jaws in the small
of her back and tore oft' the flesh to the
hollow, but she kept on fighting until
she was so maimed and weak that she
could not raise her head to take hold.
"Round and round the dogs and bear
went, cutting and tearing at each oth
er until they were 100 yards from the
place where the fight began. The bear
was tired out by the time the hunters
got to him. When the boys had gath
ered at the scene of the death old Jude
was missed. Her friends went in
search of her, and found her in what
they considered a dangerous way. One
of the parly made a litter of his trous
ers and carried her close to the dying
bear and stretched her on the ground.
Seeing' the bear jerk, she crawled,
dragging her mutilated parts, and took
hold of the bear. She was game to the
last.
"Jude was carried down the moun
tains to her home, a place twelve miles
away, and nursed. She partially re
covered, but remained a cripple the
rest of her life.
"Watch and Jolly, the present lead
ers of the pack, are grandsons of Jude.
They are great dogs of their kind. They
had a terrible fight once, and it was
weeks before they were well again.
Those are great hunts the boys have
after Bruin on Santeetla and Snowbird
cteeks in Graham. Bear hunting is a
little two strenuous for people down
this way. but the good men of Chero
kee and adjoining counties like it now
and then. President Roosevelt would
do well to pay Messrs. Dillard and Bell
a visit. They have the game and
hunters, as well as the dogs."
BLUE VESSELS BRING STORM
Maine Salts Look Upon Them as Reg
ular Weather Hoodoos.
When the weather is contrary and
ugly and a fog blanket hangs closely
over the water the old salts of the
Maine coast look around to see if
there is a blue schooner in sight.
Should a vessel painted any shade of
bine be in the harbor the old-timers
grunt in a satisfied way and remark
that it is no wonder the weather is
bad. The blue schooner is considered
a rank hoodoo, and is cussed roundly
every time she puts in an appearance.
The schooner Donna T. Briggs is re
garded as a sure-enough herald of bad
weather, for not only is she painted
blue, but she is also a three-master,
and when she appeared in Portland
harbor recently, on passage from Ban
gor to New York, all hands in the fleet
anchored there concluded that they
might as well turn in and have a good
sleep. They knew what was coming,
and it came easterly winds, snow and
fog. Said Captain Baker of the little
schooner Wild Pigeon'1 when he made
out the color of the Donna T. Briggs:
"There's u blue schooner! That's
what's making of this weather, and you
won't see no change till she gets outer
here. A blue schooner is a hoodoo,
anyway, and you won't find one cap'n
in a hundred that'll paint a vessel that
color. Once in a while you will see
some blue hatch coamings or a little
blue striping, but it ain't popular.
"I 'member once that Cap'n Ebon
Lewis of Boothbay Harbor was going to
take a new schooner built somewheres
down east, and when he went aboard
he found they'd painted the hatches
blue.
" 'Here,' he says to the managing
owner, 'you turn to and paint some oth
er color on to them hatches, or you'll
get another man to go in this vessel.'
"They painted them hatches a good,
brilliant, Fourth-o'-July red, and the
vessel allers hadjgyod luck. 'Nother
cap'n was1 staipdlh'.ori the poop of his
vessel, watchfnvaKjtrevv' -come over the
ri ,i a . -TT U a lie 1 r 4 1 a. tV rxr V i c Vi rn A
T.iUv, . ijir; ioou uiu.it 'io ntivn 1110 ucau
over the rail had a blue? chest, and
when the cap'n see it he yelled:
" 'Here you, leave that blue box on
the wharf, or get back there yourself;
blue don't do on this vessel!'
"The man had to go ashore ag'in and
shift his dunnage into a bag. and tbes
he was all right." New York Press.
The English Girl.
The last decade, .says the Bombay
Times of India, has witnessed no more
striking development in England than
that of the young English girl who,
thanks to her broader education and
indulgence in outdoor spa. ts and
games, is now become a veritable
Diana. While still barely in her
teens, she towers above her mother,
and in passing along London streets
one is asrain impressed by the num
ber of tall, vigorous girls who in point
cf physique put their male contempo
raries into the shade.
Among Frisrsds.
"Whew! What, Lottie Brown en
rjared? That proves what I've al
ways said, 1 h rvt no malti r how plain
;,-.,,! ...ii'.-t" ;''! -i ;-;:' bo.
the-re's rlvays a feu; r.r.-ly to marry
her. Who's thj poor n.auT'
"I am!" Life.
m UNIQUE MARKET.
All Kinds of Arctic Animals Fr,
Whole.
The world's unique game mark
in Fairbanks, Alaska. If you will i
the trouble to examine the latest
Of tha 1.3 51 oxwl ,.nl,,nl,l -M-.fi I
' 1 i u . i aiiu vaiuauig nunu
territory purchased by Uncle
from Russia in 1867 you will find
Fairbanks is on the Chlena rive
the rich Tanana district, of whi
is the thriving metropolis. It
close to the Arctic circle, and in .
mon with other communities in;
valley of the Yukon has an avci
temperature of about ten degree:!
low zero during the months off
vember, December, January, F4
ary and March. At intervals dtj
I he long winter season the thernf
ter goes as low as 75 degrees l
the zero mark, but such an cf
sive temperature is not absolj
necessary for the successful operi
of the Fairbanks game market J
iuuush, it is irue, ine luteusny
Arctic cold is the chief factor i
tablishing and maintaining the t
claim to distinction in the ite
its game market. It is almost f
fluous to suggest that the marke
erating as it does only during
months named, is spared the ex
of artificial refrigerating appara
Now, here is where the noveb
gins. Instead of skinning the ;
and curing up the carcass as i
ordinary, everyday market, the 1
the moose or the bear, as the1
may be, is simply stood up o'
floor of the market, which is lc
in one of the principal buildings
town, and allowed to freeze s
or, probably it has frozen solidly
in thirty minutes after it was
The low temperature that contL
ly prevails permits the keeping
game in this shape for months
stretch, as once the carcass is
there is no decay until the fr
weather is ever.
One may enter the market and f
a bear steak cut from bruin, wl
occupied a particular corner i
establishment, looking for all
world as if he were alive, for s'
months; or a haunch of vehisoij
the deer that has been in a
corner for an equally long penc
perchance, a choice cut of the
moose or the kingly caribou tha
been making lifelike poses in
sections of the market. Or, if
mountain sheep or a goat th
fancy craves the same opportu
ottered lor selection. The m
appear just as they did in Hi
the person who visits the plr
the first time is apt to imagir'
self in a menagerie rather than
ket.
The flavor and quality of th
under such conditions is said
unexcelled. The freezing proe
the length of time that is alio
elapse between the killing and
of the animal seem to impart
flesh a tenderness and ripene
are characteristic.
The market attracts attentio
location by placing on the s;
before its door, just as the cig
puts out his wooden Indian, a
moose, a stag or some other
from its stock in trade. Last
the same bear was used for t
pose every day for five mont
was then cut up into steaks th
pronounced to be the most d
that had ever been eaten in a
that is famous for its well-
steaks. San Francisco Chron
Moving Midnight Crowd in L
"When the half hour aft
night comes in London, the 1
the world's metropolis begin
busy, for then is the time that
places of public entertainmt
emptied of great throngs of 1.
women," says F. B. Binney.
ment these crowds reach the
there Is begun the copper's
cry, 'Move on!'
"They are a patient, genx
set of officers, but the move
mand is one that must be ot
wanted to stand and watch
procession of humanity but
gave mo the word and I had I
Rttb the rest
"Splendidly dressed woroer
status was not at all doubtful
f.o their homes, for they wen
miliar with the law to need
monition from the police,
more freedom and personal I
London than anywhere, but
a duke may loiter if told to 1
By 1.30 o'clock the immense 1
which blocked the streets at
has disappeared and the cit;.
lions seems as deserted as a
town." Washington Pest.
Clean Swesp.
The observer on Mars tur
great telescope toward the e,
"By the rings of Saturn!'
claimed, excitedly, "there v
great upheaval down there! I
our slater planet is losing 1
crust."
"No. no." replied the Mir
former, "that is merely the pot
ir.g graft of. ths earta."
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